Whoa, this plaza is packed.
There are nobles and people from the Church, but the majority are commoners.
We arrive by carriage and are escorted by some knights to a stage made out of smooth and finely carved stone.
This stage is often used by the king to make public announcements. When not in use by the king, it's lent to the citizens to use for musical and theatrical performances.
The Pontifex is also already there, with his entourage. He is at least waiting for the king to call him before setting foot on the stage.
At his side, the Duke with his smug face. Don't go thinking that I forgot how you cowered the day I fled, chicken.
The first to rise to the stage is the king, who is loudly celebrated by the commoners present. He is followed by the queen, the crown prince, and then my mother.
Each of them is heralded by a young man with a loud and clear voice, and every time the crowd cheers in joy.
